I think at some point we realize that baggage is baggage. And it’s called so for a reason. I think we can decide to stop lugging it around..to just drop it, literally, and carry on without them.
At some point, we must stop making things so darn complicated. At some point, we realize it almost never is anyway and the only complication was us.
We stop playing the victim card. We stop making it everyone else’s fault. We look at ourselves square in the mirror and realize past is past and tomorrow is a promise and today.. well, today we can make it whatever we can make it to be. Another soupy soup of self-pity, regret, blame and condemnation.. or anything but.
We make the choices that we make. The terrible thing is we almost can never be brave enough to face the aftermath.
And at some point we realize we can’t do any of this alone. That it is only by God’s grace can we be saved and sustained.
This thing called free will is beautifully frustrating. But what it means is you have a choice..and every minute, every day you have on this earth is an opportunity to make better choices.
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i've been re-reading my journals lately, dunno why, but i feel that something isn't right.
i fear that something is being kept from me.
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